The Picture Frame

Vivid white,
And shaped to perfection,
Full of colour from distant memories,

As if it was waiting for me to see,
A story that goes back nine years ago,
We travelled to Hungary,
As you can see,
In the frame,
Just Grandma and me,

I haven’t seen her since,
Still in enchanting old Hungary,
So I don’t forget
Her absence from me.

So happy,
And full of smiles,
Wait up Grandma,
I will just be a while.